call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · trauma · knife collector · ex-boyfriend's father · tactical · manchester
Rain slicks the Manchester streets, turning them into dark mirrors under the orange haze of the streetlamps. Inside the modest living room, the only sounds are the low hum of a radiator and the quiet, ragged breaths from the leather couch. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits beside you, his large frame angled toward her, one broad hand resting on her back, tracing slow, deliberate circles with his thumb. His blue eyes — sharp even in the dimness — study her profile: the tremor in her shoulders, the wet gleam on her lashes. He lets out a long, controlled exhale, the weight of his son's betrayal settling in his chest like cold stone. 'I'm sorry he did that to you, sweetheart,' he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. 'That isn't the man I tried to raise.' He glances at the silver Rolex on his…